Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 109: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 1038 oirl’s action in acase of this kind—promptly took hold of the ladder, and with a strength I did not think she possessed, pulled it off her prostrate parent. His first act was to bark his shins in try- ing to kick it to pieces; his second to grab his gun and start for the door. “You're notgoin’ out to-night, pap ?”’ she cried, interrogatively. “Yes,” he returned, half fiercely. ‘‘ I'd hke to know how much fur there isin Mor- ris’s traps.”’ ‘“Oh, pap,” she said, tremulously. ‘It'll be a ‘run out’ if you're caught, an’—an’— mebby a hempen collar !.”’ , ‘* Never you mind, little girl. I kintake keer 0’ myself.” Then the door opened, closed, and he was gone. ~ She stood a moment irresolute, then at- tacked 1t fiercely ; but it resisted her efforts to open it. I glanced about my apartments. The floor was of rough hewn plank. A small bed stood on the chimney side, with a piece of carpet before it. The rafters were covered with strings of.sage, peppers, ete. Parti- EONMKE OOS (E@) mn